bungay – To The Table

Lemon and asparagus risotto

As a teenager I spent a few years working in a greengrocers. On the whole, I hated it. There was no heating so I’d spend those dreaded Saturday mornings wrapped in scarves with a hot water bottle stuffed inside my coat. When I wasn’t fending off the advances of the butcher boy opposite, I wasContinue reading “Lemon and asparagus risotto”

Coming home

There is the Christmas tree shining into the grey lane. Home is warm and carpeted, with bedside lamps turned on, as always. When I was a child the gentle slump of the car in the drive would always be a bit of a bother. “We’re home.” I’d be half asleep in the backseat, sighing inContinue reading “Coming home”